Bread & circuses . . .

Dear you,

Bread and Circuses:  a diet of entertainment or political policies on which the masses are fed to keep them happy and docile.

I applaud the NBA players who refuse to be a part of the strategic circus. They are resisting, speaking, and fueling for a fight. Meanwhile, the current administration is pushing to get citizens back into a cycle of watching, ingesting, embracing distraction.  I recycle the cycle myself now and then, escaping into entire weekends of Sex and the City reruns. But while I am sleeping in distraction cycle, more literal shit is going down.  The latest:

Jacob Blake was shot in the back by law enforcement.  He may be paralyzed for life.

His name has not been mentioned during the circus called the Republican National Convention.  I hear clips from speakers describing a world that does not exist, a Camelot-like fabulousness that Donald has created.  And if we do not reelect this man?  No one will be safe.

Really?

We aren’t all “safe” now.  Those of us who have the luxury of interacting with law enforcement without getting shot in the back need to be resisting, speaking, and fueling for a fight.  The watching, ingesting, and distraction days are done.

We aren’t playing.

Love,

Joyce